Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-06-24

until the knob of the cane struck Mr.. Liv-
ingstons hand, and he clasped it stoutly
and said, "But the grace of God can stop
you as Istopped that cane" and then there
was gladness all through the house at the
WELL, said the people, after the service,
81 guess YOU had better send Livingston
home; he is making the revival worse. "
Oh, for the gales from Heaven and Christ
on board of ship! The danger of the
Church Of God is not in revivals.
| Again, my subject impresses me with the
fact that Jesus was God and man in the
same being. Here He is in the back part
of the boat. Oh, how tired He looks; what
sad dreams He must have! Look at His
countenance; He must be thinking of the
cross to come. Look at Him; lie is a man
! bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh.
| then find Christ at the prov OF the boat;
| hear Him say, "Peace, be still. and I see
the storm kneeling at His feet and the
tempests folding their wings i'll His pres
ence; He is God.
If I have sorrow and trouble and want
sympathy [ 60 and kneel down at the back
part of the boat and say: so Christ, weary
one of Gennesaret, sympathize with all my
SORROWS, man Of Nazareth, man of the
CROSS" \ man, a man. But if | want to
conquer my spiritual foes. ii l want to get
the victory over sin, death, and hell, I
come to thetfront of the boat and kneel
down and say: go Lord Jesus Christ,
thou who dost hush the tempest, hush all
my grief; hush all my temptation; hush all
my sim" A man, q man; a God, Goa
l learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush tempest.
1t did seem as if everything must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the idea
of managing the ship; the crew were en-
tirely demoralized; yet Christ rises, and He
puts His foot on the storm and it crouches
at his feet. Oh, yes, Christ can hush the
tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps it was
the little child taken away from you-the
sweetest child of the household, the one
who asked the most curious questions, and
stood around you with the greatest fond
ness, and the spade cut down through your
bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an only
son, and your heart has ever since been
like desolated castle, the owls Of the night
hooting among the falling arches and the
crumbling stairways.
Perhaps it was an aged mother. You
always went to her with your troubles.
She was i'll your home to welcome Your
children into life, and when they died she
was there to pity you; the old hand will
do you no more kindness; that white lock
the locket, didn't look as it usually did
when she brushed it away from her
wrinkled brow in the home circle OF in the
country church. Or your property gone,
you said: 81 have SO much bank stock, I
have SO many Government securities, I
have SO many farm" all gone, all gone.
Why, Sir, all the storms that ever
trampled their thunders, all the shipwrecks
have not been worse than this to you. Yet
you have not been completely overthrown.
Why? Christ hushed the tempest. Your
little one was taken away. Christ says:
II have that little one in my keeping. 1
than you can, 0 bereaved mother!"
flushing the tempest. When your property
went away God said: "There are treasures
in heaven, in banks that never break"
Jesus hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we will all
have to run. The moment when we let go
of this life, and try to take hold of the next.
we will want all the grace possible. Yon-
der see Christian soul rocking on the
surges of death; all the powers of darkness
seem let out against that soul-the swiring
wave, the tnunder Oh the Sky, the shrek OF
the wind, all seem to unite together; but
that soul is not troubled; there is no sigh
ing, there are no tears; plenty of tears in
the room at the departure, but he weeps no
tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful; all is we'll.
"By the flash of the storm you see the har-
Dor just ahead, and you are making for that
harbor. All shall be we'll, Jesus hushing
the tempest.
Into the hnrbor of Heaven now We glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on its bright, slvry tide.
We're home at last
Glory to God all our dangers are DER
We stand secure on the gloritcd shore;
Glory to God we will shout evcrmore,
We're home at last"